As I sat a step beneath him on the stairs of the hallway that led to nothing
tears streaming down my red ravaged face, he lifted my chin to his level.
I could see the emptiness in his face yet it managed to portray a selfish irritation.
I looked into his eyes, there was no regret, no concern
he was focused on getting across one point only.
“I want to walk into the room like a king (his pupils dilate) and you a queen (pupils contract back into emptiness). I don’t care about anyone around us, just that they see me that way.”
I looked up towards the dull yellow hall wall near the top of the stairs, the bottom near the molding was smeared with blood.
And with a tone of scolding that was attached to no emotion nor to the reality of the situation he questioned “Is that going to wash off?”